Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visage. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.